Friday, February 13, 2015

Spackle and Snow

     



     We’re getting a little punchy here under this winter’s white-out conditions. On a trip to re-fill the bird feeders, my husband created this new friend out of one of the several foothills that have grown on our deck.


     Still, it hasn’t killed us, so it must be making us tougher. For instance, we ignored the 2-3 inches we received yesterday. We don’t get worked up over anything under a foot anymore. 
     We have another opportunity this weekend to show our mettle – Neptune is coming on Saturday. I've learned it’s never a good sign when they name the storm. 





And we’ve been keeping busy – that is when we’re not outside excavating the end of the driveway after the town snowplow’s latest 5 foot gift. 

We’ve also been entertaining again. First, it was the insurance company’s advance team who poked and um-hummed to determine the damage from a tiny pinhole pipe leak that created a map of imaginary continents overhead. Then it was Dave and his co-worker Dave who sawed out a big hole so things could dry, followed by our friend Lennie the Plumber.

Yesterday we reached the rear guard stage when the last crew of workers finally retreated, leaving a clean, whole, un-popcorned ceiling (and a fine coating of dust on every inch of the rest of the house) in their wake. 



First, though, for two days we lived in the land of plastic and spackle. In spite of the barrier taped over the doorway, the whole house was filled with the aroma of wall compound, blown to us by the giant fan that ran all day and all night. 


 I lost the use of the living room – a favorite nap site – in addition to my real sanctuary, my office, since it was the only access for the workmen trouping through to the bathroom off of it. 
     On the plus side, I could enjoy the non-stop conversations about trucks and women coming from the living room since they were bellowed over the roar of the fan.
          And those clown-filled Volkswagens have nothing on me. Who knew that I could fit my entire living room (one couch, two armchairs, a coffee table, three end tables, a TV chest, a TV, three lamps, a drop-leaf dining table, and an electric piano) into a dining room already inhabited by its own dining table, six chairs, buffet and china chest?
Makes you wonder why I needed the living room at all. 



15 comments:

  1. There's nothing worse than a house full of strangers banging and clomping around making a mess of things. You feel like an outsider in your own home.

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  2. Ah, yes, the chatter of the contractors. Makes me remember being that young.

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    1. Not sure our language was quite as colorful.

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  3. Once again I bless the circumstances that had me born in the south part of Texas and no snow. glad to see you have your favorite napping spot back.

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    1. I'm from Virginia and Oklahoma. You'd think I would have had the sense to stay there. But the love of a Massachusetts boy and a hatred for hot weather drew me here.

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  4. That is absolutely the cutest snowman I've ever seen! Good grief, you have been through a lot lately. It will be like moving in again. You seem to stay in a good mood considering the fact that you are a Virgo and living with all that furniture in the wrong room. :) I love how you describe things!

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    1. Yes, but the Virgo in me was at least consoled by the brilliant stacking job I did.

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  5. Mercy, all that mess and snow too?? Not fair. Sorry for what you have been putting up with. Hopefully we are getting our first real snow Monday--maybe.
    I love the snow as it brings out my 6 year old self, but not like what you all have had.

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    1. Gotta say the magic has worn a bit thin.

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    2. Ugh! I hate having people do stuff in my house. That's why i do it myself. Well, you are done now and can clean up and it won't get dirty again.

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  6. Love the window watcher!
    Hooray for spackle and whatever else was used to finally get things finished.
    Laughing a bit at all your lounge stuff piled into the dining room, it's amazing what you can cram into a smaller space when you need to.

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  7. We call sheetrock by another name. Makes such a mess that dust is horrid. We have all wood here, no shitrock for us. Yes you are a grert packer of furniture alright! Hope you get your mess cleaned up soon...have fun in the latest storm maybe you can make another snowman:)

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  8. I'm glad you emerged from that with your sanity...I can't stand having strangers in my house working..it makes me nervous. Have a great weekend- Hopefully your living room is all back in it's proper place now!

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  9. You are a mellow fellow (lass) going through all of this with a good sense of humor. I hope it is all fixed soon and yes, sheet rock is the finest of dust.

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